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Ben’s Eschatology
He’s compact, twenty-five, staring at a line of mathematical notation on a whiteboard. He’s in a mostly undecorated, windowless office alone. He rakes his fingers through his hair and rubs the back of his neck. The air is humid and he can hear distant thunder. A beer he hasn’t enjoyed, with a film of condensation…
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I’m So Painfully in Love with All of You
“This summer I’m remembering how real my flesh is. When I was a kid everything was tactile and I just wanted sugar and didn’t think abstractly.”
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New Year, New Me / I Was Cutting My Fingernails and Eavesdropping
An essay and a poem grappling with spirituality and the self in the wake of the new year